#like i’m not being lazy ffs! i’m desperate bc i keep getting turned down left and right and im running out of options

[plague-of-insomnia]

FUCK DOCTORS

[ateezscupid]

𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐙 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒: being overstimulated

HYUNG LINE : khj, psh, jyh, kys

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: MDNI!!, switch!sub!idol au, fem!reader, dom!reader, overstimulation, unprotected sex (wrap it b4 you tap it), soft!dom, vanilla sex because why not, oral (m receiving), fingering (f receiving), choking, deepthroating, mention of toys, pet names (baby boy, princess, baby, love, etc.), toys (vibrator, fleshlight, etc.), praising and degrading, kinda exhibitionism?? if there’s anything i forgot, lmk !

𝐀/𝐍: i’ll gladly turn any of these into oneshots or ffs, especially hwa’s bc i went crazy writing that BUT i’ll turn these into fics if requested ! also some are short because i started getting lazy but i tried LMFAO

HONGJOONG sub!joong

“you look so pretty, baby,” hongjoong huffed. currently you were straddling him, gently grinding your hips onto his, his bulge pressing directly against your clit. he was so hard, he thought he would break his zipper.

you looked hongjoong dead in the eyes as you unbuttoned his shirt, running your hands over his bare chest as his fingers gripped your hips.

“please touch me,” he spoke quietly. “please please please, i can’t wait.”

“you want me to touch you, babyboy?” you caressed his shoulders gently. “have you been a good boy?”

“y-yes,” hongjoong stuttered, the feeling of you grinding getting to his head.

“are you sure?” you whispered in his ear, bringing your hand down to his bulge and beginning to palm him. he sucked in a breath and threw his head back, eyes shut tightly and his jaw hung. you expected him to be sensitive due to you not touching him for days, but not this sensitive.

“good boys answer, joongie.” you nibbled on his ear as you palmed him. he squirmed underneath you, gulping down a moan.

“i-i’m sure! i’m sure, please please please, please touch me,”

you lifted yourself off of him and sat next to him, pulling his pants and boxers to reveal his throbbing erection. it had a tint of red, and it was obvious it was hurting since you didn’t allow him to touch himself while you were gone. today, you thought hongjoong had been a good boy.

you wrap your fingers around his cock, causing his entire body to flinch. his hips were shaking as if he was trying not to thrust up into your hand as you began stroking him at a fast pace.

“f-fu…feels good, f-feels so so so good,” he desperately moaned, throwing his head back with his eyes shut tight.

“it feels good, baby?” you smile against his cheek. “you like when i do this, don’t you?”

“y-yes!” hongjoong strained. his body tensed as he clawed at the couch cushions trying desperately not to grab your wrist.

“you’re doing so good for me,” you whisper as you stroke faster. “you’re such a good boy.”

“y-yes…” he continued to throw out incoherent words and his head kept turning as if he couldn’t handle the pleasure being given to him. you loved when his body broke down because of it.

“ ‘m close,” he spoke quietly. “p-please, cum… c-cum—please l-let me cum!”

“let it out, baby,” you smile against his temple, feeling his hips rut against your hand until his cum spurted out. he was moaning like crazy, his left hand grabbing onto your wrist while his right gripped the cushions. his mouth was agape and his eyebrows furrowed, eyes still shut tight and his chest heaving up and down.

you loved how fucked out he looked after cumming hard like this; it made you want to keep going, so you did. you didn’t stop stroking him. you moved your head down and bit his neck gently, leaving pretty marks.

hongjoong lowered his head and watched your hand continue to move, his fingernails digging into your skin as tears welled in his eyes.

“t-too—too much! p-ple—stop stop stop, too much!” he cries, head moving to rest on your shoulder as his hips squirmed underneath your touch.

“come on baby, one more and i’ll be done.”

SEONGHWA switch!hwa, bttm!leaning

even though you’d be hard on seonghwa, you loved spoiling him. especially during sex.

you both agreed that you would switch positions from time to time. sometimes you’d be on the bottom and he’d be on top, or he’d be on bottom and you’d be on top. but no matter the position you two were in, you were always in charge.

today, hwa was at work and you were home. it would’ve been considered a normal day if you didn’t put a vibrator around his dick this morning. it was his punishment for yesterday’s incident: when he grabbed your hair while you were giving him a blowjob. it was without your permission, and he knew he was wrong. seonghwa can’t help when he gets desperate.

“i already promised i’d let you touch me when you get home, love.” you said into the phone, mixing together cookie dough in the kitchen.

“yeah, i know. but i’d rather bend you over my desk.” seonghwa mumbled.

“you’d rather what?”

seonghwa cleared his throat and didn’t answer. you could hear him rustling through stacks of paper on his desk as a way to distract himself. he went dead silently almost immediately, letting you know that he knew he was wrong.

“did you forget how to speak or something?” you raise your eyebrow. seonghwa still didn’t answer. you click your tongue and set the spoon in your hand down, walking out of the kitchen and toward the living room. on the couch was an oval shaped remote control, a remote to the vibrator that he had on.

“i-i was just thinking out loud and—FUCK!” hwa cursed loudly, dropping the papers in his hand once he felt the vibrator turn on. you chuckled on the other side of the phone, hearing his gasps and moans.

“what’s wrong?” you cooed, sitting on the couch and placing the remote next to you. “since you wanted to be smart.”

“y-y/n, i—“ he gripped his pants tightly then shut his eyes, breathing heavily. “t-there’s still… p-people in the office!”

“then you should’ve thought about them instead of trying to be a brat. i’m the one who’s in charge. you’re lucky i’m still letting you touch me when you get home.” you laugh.

seonghwa’s never felt like this before. the thought of being caught by one of his co-workers would embarrass him. or so he thought. just the thought of being caught turned him on even more. he tried to keep himself together, but due to his sensitivity, it was extremely difficult. his legs were shaking underneath his desk and his knuckles turned white to how tightly he was holding onto his pants.

then all of a sudden, his co-worker marched into his office. seonghwa forced himself to sit up straight and let go of his pants, but the pleasure was overwhelming.

“hey, i just came in to tell you that they’re planning on hiring someone new but the person they’re considering isn’t even fully qualified. it’s so stupid!” they groan, walking over to the printer seonghwa had in the corner. “do you mind if i print a few papers?”

hwa’s ears perked up as he nods his head quickly, waiting for the person to turn around. once they did, he scrambled out of his seat, grabbing his phone then rushing to the bathroom so he could still be on the phone with you. immediately, he goes into a stall and locks it, leaning against the door as his hips grind against nothing. thank god the bathroom stalls in his workplace were sort of like rooms.

“y/n, please…” seonghwa whimpers into the phone. “p-please… a-at least turn it down—“

“no.” you laugh behind the phone. “we’ve done this before, i think you’ll be fine if we do it again! you wanna act like a slur, so you’re getting treated like a slut.”

“y/n, you son of a-“ seonghwa went silent. he gasped loudly when he felt his orgasm approaching, and it was coming quickly. hwa tried desperately to hold his orgasm back, but it was the hardest thing to do. not only was it hard since he didn’t ask for permission, but because you hadn’t turned the vibrator off. he felt so lightheaded having to hold his orgasm in, he didn’t know what to think.

“y-y/n—please can i—“ and before he got to finish his sentence, he came. seonghwa came in his pants. he arched forward and moaned, his face red and hot. his hips bucked in the air now seeing the wet spot in his pants.

the vibrations still didn’t stop.

seonghwa holds onto his pants as tight as he could, now moaning shamelessly and not caring if he was caught. you loved when he acted like this. so overstimulated that he didn’t care about anything or anyone else around him.

“my baby boy sounds so cute.”

YUNHO sub!yunho

yunho was so worn out from thrusting. his sensitivity had gotten to his head.

you didn’t remember how long you two had been going on for, so you only assumed it was longer than an hour. now, yunho was here. his thighs were shaking, eyes shut tightly and his head was thrown back. you loved riding your boyfriend after a long day of work. your warm walls squeezing his length so much, it felt like you were sucking him in.

“yunnie? look at me baby,” you smile again this forehead, gently rocking your hips back and forth on his length.

he was whimpering underneath you. even though yunho was taller and bigger than you, every time you two had sex, he seemed so much smaller than you. and he knew it as well. someone smaller than him dominating him turned him on so much, and he didn’t know why. it made him feel so vulnerable and he was in love with it.

“i love you, so so so much. l-love your body, love your pussy, i love you…” yunho mumbled, some of his words slurred because of how overstimulated he was.

you also couldn’t keep track of how many orgasms he’d gone through earlier. if you touched any part of his body, he was super sensitive. you ran your nails across his chest gently, causing him to shudder because of the contact. you chuckle and start bouncing on him lightly, making him hiss and grab your hips.

“ah, no, please…” yunho whines. “i…i’m gonna cum..”

“you are, little one?” oh, that nickname could’ve made him blow his load right there if he wasn’t so focused on holding it in. “it’s okay, baby boy. cum inside of me. move your hips.”

“i-i can’t like this.” yunho pouts. he was so cute.

“then lay me down and go from there. you know what to do, honey.” you smile. he wraps his arms around you and lays you on the bed, planting his hands on the mattress then beginning to literally pound into you. he was so rough whenever you let him move on his own.

“f-fuck, you do it so well,” you praised him, making him whimper and hide his face in the crook of your neck. the movement of his hips became rougher, and they started to stutter due to his incoming climax.

“a-am i doing good? am i making you feel good, y/n? p-please say yes, please.” yunho whispers in your ear.

“so good, little…” you trailed off, moaning louder when his tip rubbed against that one spot inside of you. yunho loved being on top of you since it made him feel like he was in charge, but he knew well that you would always be in charge. you controlled his orgasms.

“cum, baby,” you whisper in his ear, a moan coming after. “fill me up, please.”

yunho’s moans echoed in your ear. his thrusts sped up until his hips stilled. he finally dumped his load inside of you, but he still needed more. he continued to thrust his hips, moaning desperately due to the overstimulation. it surprised you how needy he was.

“n-need to cum. need to… m-make you feel good, please.”

YEOSANG switch!yeosang, bttm!leaning

“mm, you know how to finger me baby, do it correctly.” you demanded, feeling yeosang’s fingers in your hole. he couldn’t even focus since you’d put his cock down your throat every five seconds.

you went back down on him, kitten licking his tip and using your other hand to stroke whatever you couldn’t fit in your mouth. you recently found out that this was yeosang’s favorite position; you being on top of him sucking him off while he either ate you out or fingered your heat. obviously, he knew how to finger you and he did a great job, but he could never focus when he was down your throat.

today, you agreed to let yeosang face fuck you. this was his favorite thing to do, whether he was a sub or dom, top or bottom, he loved face fucking you. yeo make sure to hold your hair back and thrust his hips gently to not hurt you, but you always told him he could be rough. you didn’t really care.

you moan against yeosang’s length, the vibrations from that moan making him shudder. he throws his head back and whines, beginning to move his hips up and down. you place your hands on either side of his hips as you let him face fuck you.

you both were approaching your climax. with yeosang’s fingers rubbing on your g-spot, you knew you were about to cum all over his fingers. that was your favorite thing to do. letting him degrade you as he fingered you, then praising him when he made you cum.

you’d get wet whenever he’d say, “look at you squirming from my fingers. you’re such a slut.”

and when you reached your climax, you’d reply with “look at how much you made me cum. you’re such a good boy.”

yeosang absolutely adored being called good boy. it let him know that what he was doing was good, and he’d make a mental note to remember to do it next time. pleasing you was his number one priority, since he felt so touch deprived.

now, here he was clinging to your legs. his thighs were shaking as he felt you deep throat him again. you both brought each other to orgasm, and yeosang was completely out of it. you, on the other hand, wanted to break him.

you giggle and reach over to grab your bag, digging inside of it to pull out the fleshlight you two bought earlier in the day. he didn’t realize you had it until you put it on him.

yeosang’s body jolts as he sat up, incoherent words leaving his mouth with whines following after. his hot breath hit your pussy, and it felt too good. you fought the urge to just sit on his face as you moved the fleshlight on his length.

“it feels good, huh? you love this, don’t you baby?” you smile. “you did so well fingering me, the least i could do is milk you.”

yeosang couldn’t even respond. he lays back on the bed, head falling on a pillow. he body was racked with pleasure and he loved it.

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